"Larry got into the oats. He tore the container open and spread them all around. I had to throw them away."
I was sad to hear this because a) it was a brand new container of oats, and b) he'd gone so long without stealing from the food shelf. When I got home, I was surprised to find this mess:
"Daryl, I thought you said that you threw the oats away. Why did you leave that mess on the floor?" I asked him when he came home.
"I did," he replied, "I threw the container in the trash."
The crazy thing is, the trash was upright. It didn't appear to have been disturbed at all. Our dog is a ninja, you see.
He only looks innocent:
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